The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1887-10-14

thread for tihe ,slnoud Of her little FAM.
She did not wish 4, wrap his pntscious
body i'm linen that had been used and che
had no nrpey; and it was for this
reason that she made her srheel ruuablo
with such funeral activity, hut she did
mot moisten the dhnead with her lips, as
was her ,custsan; enough tears Gen faCGn
her eyes to wxt II. f'sl N0,
At the close Of ahc sixth day HAM
Aisd. Whether it was from chance, or
whether from, sympathy, the wreath Of
she brier weed vine that canessed his
cradle lang,iisied, faded. dried and let
fsiu its last cr;sied blossom on his bed.
7 n when the mother wsss CONVINCED that
breath had fic~a forever from the lips
wisere death Vssicts it8i replaced the
ROSES of life she covered the beloved
dead. took her package 81 thread under
her arm, and directed i,er steps to the
~eareris.
.'Weaver,'' said sie. '-isere 10 some
very even thread, very fine and without
knots. The spider does not spin thinner
between the raftcrs 0f the ceiling. Let
your shuttle cone and go; with, this
thread must you make for me yard of
from Holland"
The weaver took the skcin. adjusted
tie warp, and the busy shuttle, drawing
the thread after it. began to fly back and
forth. i1tj
The hatcbel frightened the woof and
the linen grew OH the frame without un-
evenness, without break, as fine as the
chemise of an archduchcss, or the linen
with which priest dries tho chalicv at
the altar. GO N.
When tho thread was all used the
weaver gave back the linen to tho poor
mother and said to her, for he had I'M
derstood all from the unhappy creatures
look of fixed despair:
THE infant son of the emperor, who
died last year. in his little ebony coffin
with its silver nails, was not wrapped in
linen that was softer or finer" 8N
Having folded the linen the poor
mother pulled from her wasted finger a
thin ring Of gold, quite worn.
Good weaver" she said, take this
ring-my marriage ring--the only gold
have ever possessed. '.2s'.-,t,- -.
The worthy weaver did not wish 10
take it, but she said to him: -, a. -.
lY"I have no need of ring there where
am going, for, feel it, my little boys
arms drag me underground"
Then slla went to the carpenters.
Master, in kindness take some oak
that will not rot and that the worms
cannot destroy; cut from 1t five large
planks and two that are smaller and
make with them a coffin of this meas.
ure." tbtfb At#
The carpenter took his saw and his
plane, arranged tho planlks. struck as
softly as he could with his mallet, SO rs
not to force the iron points into the poor
womnn's heart before they entered the
wood.
When the work was completed one
would have thought it, so carefully and
well made 1t was, box to put jewels
and lace in.
Carpenter, who have made such q
beautiful coffin for my little Hanz. give
you my house at the end of the village
and the little garden which is behind and
the well with its vine. You will not
have to wait long,"
With the shroud and the coffin, which
she held under her arm, it was so small,
she went her way through the village
streets, and the children, who do not
know what death is, cried out:
"See what beautiful box of toys from
HAMS mother carries to him;
without doubt it is city with its houses
in painted and vanished wood, its steeple
with lead, its battlements and
belfry and the trees, for the promenades,
all frizzed and green; or else it is pretty
fiddle, carved, with bow like horses
name. Oh! If we only had such n boxi'
And the mothers, growing pale, kissed
hem and made them still. "Impudent
ones that you are, do not say so; do not
envy her her jewel box, the violin case
which one carries under the arm weeping.
You will have it soon enough, poor chill
lrenl" When the mother Of Hanz
reached home she took the tiny and still
ovely body of her son and began to dress
him for the last time, q toilet which must
be very careful one, as it will last
through eternity. She dressed him in his
Sunday clothing, in his silken dress and
his pelisse, trimmed with fur, so that he
would not I've Geld in the damp place
where he was going. She placed beside
IllIIi nlS uOli Will Tic tudLuelcu eyes tildt
he had loved so much that it had always
slept beside him in his cradle.
How she fingered over the task! How
many thousand times she gave him his
last kiss! At the moment of smoothing
down the shroud, she perceived that she
had forgotten to put on the dead child
his pretty little red shoes. M
She sought for them in the room, for
it hurt her to see bare those feet that, be-
fore so moist and 30 rosy, were now icy
and pale; but during her absence the
rats, having found the shoes under the
bed, for want of better food, had nibbled
and gnawed them, and had torn the kid.
It was q great grief for the poor mother
that her Hanz was forced to go into the
other world with bare feet; for when the
heart is one great wound It is sufficient to
touch it to make it bleed. She wept be-
fore these shoes; from those dry, in
famed eyes tear could still gnsh forth.
How could she get some shoes for Hanz,
she had given away her ring and her
house! Such was the thought that tor.